Chapter 1 When You Look Me in the Eyes

Author's Note: This is one of the new many stories I'm posting up this week. Dude, I am so on fire! I've never posting so many stories before. I want to see if I update or post fanfics for the entire month of May. It's crazy but I'm willing to try. Wish me luck!

Happy reading and enjoy!

It was a bright summer day, when a wagon carrying a dwarf family arrived at the gates of Erebor. There was a dwarf with his wife and two daughters. Farrah, the oldest daughter was sleeping peacefully when and her little sister, Yara, began shaking her.

"Farrah! Farrah! Wake up!"

"Go away, you little goblin!" Farrah growled.

Farrah pulled the blanket over her head but Yara ripped it away. She was about to yell at her, but Yara pointed at something behind her.

"We made it! We arrived at Erebor," she declared.

When Yara said Erebor thoughts of attacking her left her mind as she turned around to see the Misty Mountain for herself.

Erebor! She couldn't believe they were finally here.

When her father, Colborn, heard Thorin Oakenshield had reclaimed the Misty Mountain he didn't waste time having his family pack for the long trip to Erebor. For months her and her family traveled from the Iron Hills to Erebor, the greatest dwarf kingdom in Middle Earth. She remembered her father and grandmother telling her and her sister stories about life inside the Mountain and about Thror, King Under the Mountain and the rest of the Line of Durin. Her grandfather, Flinn, was a miner but died in a cave in during the dragon attack. Luckily Colborn and his mother managed to escape. She couldn't image what that must have been like.

But that wasn't important now. The dragon was gone and the dwarves have reclaimed their homeland.

They crossed the stone bridge and entered the mountain. It was bigger than she ever imaged. There was so many dwarves and so many levels that it seemed to go on forever. Soon they pulled in area where they kept the ponies and wagons.

"All right, everyone out," Colborn told his family.

Yara and Farrah were only too happy to get out after riding it for so long. Colborn came around to help their mother, Elsa, down.

"Welcome to Erebor, my love," Colborn said.

"It's beautiful," Elsa said.

"Not as beautiful as you."

"Flatterer," she rolled her eyes.

"You know you love it," he smirked, kissing the back of her hand.

Farrah and Yara watched her parents with such love and devotion. Farrah looked like their father with light brown and blue eyes. Yara, on the other hand, looked more like their mother with dark brown and green eyes. It never seizes to amaze Farrah how much her parents love each other. She knew finding your One was a very special thing but she was starting to think that it's never going to happen for her.

Back in the Iron Hills she had a few dwarves try to court her but none of them were for her. They were nice but she just didn't feel anything for them. She asked her mother once how she knew that Colborn was her One. And she said "the moment your father looked me in the eyes I felt my heart skip a beat and that was when I knew."

If only she was so lucky.

"Girls! Help your father gather our things," Elsa told him.

They quickly helped their parents unload the wagon. They didn't bring a whole lot with them so it was pretty easy. They started walking toward their new quarters and after an endless maze of halls and twists and turns they finally arrived. Colborn opened the door to let his family in.

"Welcome my ladies to your new home," Colborn said proudly.

It was so big! There was a living room. A kitchen. And three bedrooms.

"Adad! It's so big!" Yara said excitedly.

"It's even bigger than our old one back at the Iron Hills," Farrah exclaimed.

"I wanted to make sure we had the best room available," Colborn said.

"I wish grandma was alive to see this. She would have loved this place," Yara said.

Their grandmother, Kara, passed last winter from a sickness. They were so heartbroken when she died.

"Yes, she would. She would be in the kitchen right now cooking up a storm," Colborn smiled sadly.

They were silent for a moment before Elsa spoke.

"Oh no! I forgot I left my sewing bag back at the wagon. Farrah will you go back and get it for me," Elsa asked her daughter.

"Yes Amad," she nodded.

"I should go with you. You could get lost," Colborn said.

"Adad! I'll be fine. I can take care of myself," Farrah said.

Colborn looked uncertain but finally agreed.

Farrah ran out the door and headed back where they left their wagon. At first she wasn't sure where she was going what with the dwarves and hallways, but after a few turns she finally found the stables. She walked pass the ponies and found where the wagons were being kept. After much searching she found her family's wagon. Quickly she climbed inside to look for mother's sewing bag.

Luckily she found it in the far corner of the wagon. Just when she was about to leave she heard a noise outside.

"Who is in there," a voice called out.

Farrah didn't care move. For fear that the one outside wanted to do her harm. She waited until they got closer and then she jumped on them, tackling them to the ground. She was met with a pair of deep blue eyes and she felt her heart skip a beat.

Oh Mahal! It was Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain!

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the story so far.

Dwarf words:

Adad-father

Amad-mother